Lols with Alec and Doug and some other eggs at the pub. Ice cream man, cream pie and vulva casting.
Chips.
Getting into bed with a hot water bottle after walking home in the rain.
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Mum’s blood test results are back. It’s pretty much certain that she doesn’t have ovarian cancer!
I might be in WOW twice! Vulva workshops are being considered!
Actual period blood. Please let this be the end of the hormone mayhem.
A night with Sarah. Lumiere and chips in a gay pub.
Getting switched to the suite with the piano, the double sinks, the bidet, the swivelling TV and the huge bath.
Wandering around Berlin, not needing to think about anything because Ciaran just took care of it all for us.
Beers, pizza, chips, chats, Cards Against Humanity and meatus talk. A really fun night out in Berlin. Coming home to play the piano at 3am.
Feeling stronger and better already. It’s working.
A quick wine and carbs with Jen. That was fun.
Sharing mental health issues with Leila. It was a nice break and it felt good to talk about.
Last day at work! All the cake, all the carbs, all the chips, all the beers and all the vagina related presents.
They made me a cake decorated with vaginas, they bought me a cunt colouring in book and they made me a lovely card with vaginas, Rizo’s and beautiful goodbyes.
And then in the middle of the night out, I got offered another job! And I got a place on the Influencing Chance course! Weeeee! Not doing so badly after all.
Work drinks. Lots and lots of drinks.
Hearing that people liked my vagina pot. And that Bob’s eyes almost popped out of his head. I guess I’ll be remembered.
Chips. Hot, salty, mayonnaise covered chips.
A work beer. It’s been a long week.
Rosemary fries. So many rosemary fries.
Coming home to see my housemate’s purple light shining from his window. Apparently he’s made a light system for his plants. Not weed. Just regular plants. I like my housemates.
Random three chips with my THREE egg breakfast.
Charlie the dog. Courtesy of Alec.
R and She. With Dom!
My cousin.
The chips after the heavy lifting. So needed.
A Franco Manca pizza. Finally.
New job. First day. Champagne and a party in the new office.
My new boss (and good friend) is going to give money to the orphanage I worked at in Ghana to make sure Richard has a carer every month. So amazing. And completely blown away.
Kim complaining that thin chips were worse than chunky chips because they’re more work. To much lifting involved.
